the sound of its voice almost beat us to the ground, but not before we heard a thin, high scream and lost sight of Kul- loo under the savage wheels. Rooted, we stood glaring at a long regiment of carriages which rocked past. People leaned from the windows and some of them waved to us, but we made no response. I felt the ground swaying and the sky pressing upon my head. I dared not look, for I knew what I would see. I had seen such things before, in pictures and in my imagination. But this, this was my fault, all my fault. W ITH the disappearance of the train, a great silence had fallen, and upon this silence I opened my eyes at last. My brother crouched besIde me, his face quite colorless. Across the tracks stood Kulloo, laughing at us. "Ayee!" he cried jubilantly. "Ayee! Did you make a picture of the train?" He came scampering down the farther embank- ment, across the hot rails, up the near bank, and stood before us, shining with . " Sh h . , " merrIment. ow me t e pIcture. My brother had risen, his face twitch- ing. "We thought you'd been run over ." . . "Run over?" Kulloo looked aston- ished. " I h d " ear you scream. "But I didn't scream." "Y ou did! " My brother's voice was charged with hy teria. "Yau did scream ! We both heard you." "Nay, that was not I. That was my horse. She was frightened by the train." He looked from one to the other of us and his eyes filled with a grave and ten- der concern. "Were you frightened? So was my poor horse. Only I was not." This was too much for my brother. He snatched the mud horse from Kul- loo's hand and flung it on the ground, w here it broke in four pieces. We stood for a moment, motionless, silent. Kulloo made no protest. Quietly he pointed to the fragments which lay at our feet. "See," he murmured. "The little one." Reclining among the fragments was another, much smaller horse, made of mud, like the one which had contained it, but perfect, each of its legs uniform in length and shape. Kulloo picked it up and set it on his palm. "I told you," said he in his serene voice, "I told you 27 . . . . '... that my horse was going to have a little one " S HORTLY .after this adventure the hot weather shut down and our family went away to live in the hills, so we did not see Kulloo again. There are almost four hundred million people in India, but I often wonder what became of him. -CHRISTINE WESTON . Kinsmen held their first meeting of the year at the Marlborough hotel Tuesday night with Jack Reid, newly elected presi- dent, in the chair. Reports were heard on club progress during 1943, submitted by Past President P. J. O'Brien and Past Secretary Herb McLeod. It was noted that the club com- pleted 1943 with the same membership, of 109, as it began, in spite of the drain on membership. The net profit of the Kin Karnival was $11,000, Pat Head reported. Ernie J ames, chairman of the Milk for Britain fund, reported that from August until Dec. 3, $18,000 had been submitted to national headquarters at Toronto. A film was shown of the tobacco industry. slept all the way home.-Elsie. -Winnipeg Free Press. Hit you all of a sudden?